It’s a room full of two
Two feels a lot, heavy
Heavy is victim who is entitled
Entitled is victim of all demons
Demons, take up the space here
Here, in our home, not so close are we
We, father and mother are taken up all by anger
They shout not for, to be heard by rest
They scream not for, to be understood
But to, to shut and lock what’s free
And there she was, in the corner
Holding the melting ice-cream,
Melting her childhood laughs
Innocent, to be fed and caressed
So it wasn’t a room of just two
For they couldn’t see the being
and third never left the room
neither, the room left the third
and anger melted the ice-cream